Memphis Daily Appeal

THE SICK AT ST. LOUIS QUARANTINE.

Entering the ward in which Mr. Gwathmey and his wife are at present keeping house, a reporter asked that gentleman how he felt.

"Then you think you haven't got the fever?"

"Think the mischief! I know I haven't got it. A man don't have Yellow Jack as often as I had without knowing the ear-marks. I have a case of ague, and that's all."

"How do you like your treatment at quarantine?"

"[The butcher] quarantines himself against us, and we have no meat; then the cows conclude to hunt a healthier clime, and the consequence is-no milk. The cook, fired with a mad desire to be original, gets howling drunk, and smashes as much of the kitchen furniture as she can get her hands on. Still we're very comfortable as long as the grocery store people don't interrupt diplomatic relations with us."

"I don't think you have the fever badly Mr. Gwathmey," said the reporter.

"Oh, there's no telling," and picking up a copy of the Innocents Abroad, Mr. Gwathmey was deep in the adventures about the tomb of Adam, long before the scribe was out of the room.

Court and Good, who occupy the next ward, are well, and anxious to get away; and it is supposed that they will only be kept a short time longer.

The Brandy family are the most anxiously watched of all the people in the lazaretto. The little boy Willie is recovering, apparently, his fever having gone down and his skin being natural and cool; he is very weak, however, and will not be able to leave his bed for some time. It must not be supposed that his case is thoroughly decided one way or the other, as an apparent freedom from fever is one of the steps of the scourge. The baby Lizzie is still very sick; while the fever has gone down to some little extent, the pulse is fluttering. All the medicine and nourishment it takes it immediately rejects, and the opinion is more and more confirmed that the poor little child really has the yellow-fever. Dr. Eversole says that while he will not say that she has the fever, she certainly has all the symptoms of it so far, and that her case is the most suspicious one yet presented. The yellow-fever is a slow-moving disease, which it is hard to distinguish from a malarial disorder except by the black vomit, and when they get into that stage they almost invariably die. The doctor has very little hope for the little sufferer.